Disclaimer
I would just like to state that I have no rights to Yugioh!
Reasearch has gone into making this story but may not be 100 accurate.

I awake from my dreams which were happy and just like the way that I was feeling yesterday. But now I feel my heart ache as I have to face today, the one day that I've been dreading all year. I glance over at my clock. Its late thanks to my brother allowing me to sleep in. I get out of bed and prepare myself for the day ahead. Today's my birthday.

Downstairs I find my brother as he sits at the table with his head buried in a newspaper as he checks his company's shares. I can almost not bear to face him on this morning and think about returning upstairs to the safety of my room when he notices me and gestures for me to sit down, before returning to his newspaper.

Slowly I make my way across the room to join him at the table. On the way I'm approached by several of our servants as they wish me a happy birthday. I smile back at them with my forced thanks, trying to make myself seem convincing before they leave the room and my brother and I alone.

On the table there is my breakfast which I don't feel like eating, and also two cards and a present which I equally don't feel like opening. The glare that I receive from my brother tells me that I should do both. My toast is cold as I take a bite out of it and reach for the first card, and my brother continues to read his newspaper. I know that today he will try to ignore me as much as possible.

I open the card. On the front is a picture of a shiny red sports car with 'Brother' written across the top. Inside the message is plain and simple; 'To Mokuba, Congratulations on your 12th birthday. Seto.' I turn to my brother and force a weak smile to say thanks. He doesn't even notice that I'm here anymore as he continues to stare at the printed text of the newspaper. But I can tell that he's not reading it as his eyes are glazed over, lost in his own thoughts.

My stomach churns at the thought of how much he must hate me right now. When I was younger he used to tell me that I was being silly and that none of it was my fault. That was before our step-father came along, and since then he hasn't said anything to me on this day each year. I guess he truly does hate me, and who can blame him for what I've done?

I reach out for the second card which is attached to the present. Tearing them both free from each other I open the card. The front has pictures of cartoon animals on as they laugh surrounded by presents, cake and decorations. Inside the card comes a self recorded message from the sender. Quickly I close the card to stop the sound of Yugi and the others as they sing 'Happy Birthday' to me. My brother watches as I cut the wire by sliding my knife down the card before he returns back to his thoughts. I try the card again and am met with silence as I read the happy messages inside that I feel that I don't deserve.

The brightly wrapped present calls out to me to open it. I can't resist the temptation and tear off the paper a little too eagerly. I am faced with a shoe box and open it to find that it is filled with candy, puzzles and games. Part of me becomes excited at the sight of what will be my one and only gift, but it soon disappears as my brother brakes free from his thoughts and stares at the gift. I replace the lid back on to the box and also the happiness that would be all that I felt today.

The door bell rings and is answered by one of our servants. After a moment they close the door and approach my brother and I, only to place a huge bouquet of flowers on the table in front of us, before they leave the two of us alone again. This is just another reminder that today's my birthday.

The limo ride didn't take that long, but the silence between the two of us made it seem forever. My brother hasn't said a word to me at all so far today, and most likely never will. He hardly talks to me as it is, but this reaction from him every year is just hurt building up in side of me. Though I guess I deserve that pain after what I've done.

We get out of the limo and my brother carries the bouquet to the edge of the lake where we stand. This is the place that he used to talk about when we were younger. His favourite place where our mother used to bring him to have picnics and sail across the lake in little rowing boats. The boats, just like his memories, are long gone now and all that remains is just the lake and ourselves.

I stare up at my brother as he looks out across the lake. His eyes are still glazed but why I can not tell. Is he thinking back to those times that I'll never know? Or is he thinking about the pain and loss which has haunted him since my birth?

I look down at the water's surface as flowers begin to slowly fall. The ripples made by them distort my reflection, as I see myself staring back up at me. My brother always said that I look just like our mother. Sorrow fills my heart as I know that I'll never get the chance to experience a mother's love. I only have myself to blame for that as it was I who killed her during my birth. I am the one who stole my brother's happiness. That is why he hates me.

I feel all of the hurt build up inside me, not just from today but also from the previous years that this has happened. Why won't he talk to me about her anymore? Does he really hate me that much? I had managed to hide my feelings then but now I am having trouble controlling them. Unlike my brother I am not so strong. I can't keep them locked away as they slowly eat away at my heart.

I brake and begin to cry. I apologize to my brother for all that I've done to hurt him, the one person who has given me everything, and in return all I have done is remind him of what he has lost. And also I apologize to our mother whose life I ended as I greedily started my own.

I didn't expect that my brother would drop down and embrace me tightly as he told me it wasn't my fault. This is the brother that I missed and longed for since our step-father changed him. This is the Seto that I remembered. The one who always spoke openly to me and loved me beyond all that was imaginable. The one who wasn't afraid to cry like he was beginning to right now.

It is only now that I realise that Seto doesn't hate me after all. Not only is he my big brother, but also my father and my mother. A task which he hadn't asked for but what life had fated for him. He had missed out on the childhood that I was being able to live and in return had learnt to become strong to support the both of us.

I now feel so ashamed to have ever thought that there could be a place in Seto's heart that hated me. There isn't a power on earth that could ever destroy the love and bond that we both share. And as we weep together I become happier than any gift could ever make me, for today's my birthday.